James and I ran twice round Hampstead Heath and the Heath extension yesterday afternoon. Total of about 14 miles, the longest both of us had ever run. We tried again to find the way into the secret, ancient Turner’s Wood, hidden away behind the nouveau riche neo-Georgian mansions in Ingram Avenue and Wildwood road. Talked again about the development of Hampstead Garden suburb and preferred the vernacular English, Dutch-influenced red brick maisonnettes on Hampstead Way.
Soaked my aching bones in the bath, before heading out to Die Tote Stadt at Covent Garden.